Chapter 1695

“Is she the doctor you guys have brought with you?” His gaze focused on the surveillance screen,

which shows a clear image of a pretty young woman. “How old is she? She can lead a surgery

already?”

“She’s Dr. Bell,” Steward informed him.

“The famous, elusive Dr. Bell? She’s just a girl?” Derrick was intrigued. So many had assumed Dr. Bell

was some elder.

“So, you’re saying she can extract the bullet from Sean’s heart?”

Given Dr. Bell’s presence, it shouldn’t be a problem.

“Dr. Bell is assuredly one hundred percent certain she can do it.”

Derrick looked impressed. Indeed, Dr. Bell sure knows how to make a promise.

And just how stunning might she be under that mask?

Derrick knew a bit about Sean’s condition. Back when it happened, none of the top doctors at the

hospital would guarantee a successful surgery. Yet, to his surprise, merely a few months later, they had

Dr. Bell ready to operate on Sean.

“After the surgery, Sean can recuperate at my hospital with ease. I’ll ensure he gets the best room and

top-notch care. I just want the guy back on his feet as soon as possible.”

“Thank you, Mr. Finn,” Steward bowed in gratitude, “On behalf of Sean, and all our people, we

appreciate your kindness.”

“Think nothing of it.”

Three hours later.

The bullet that had lodged itself in Sean’s heart was finally removed.

According to the available records, there had only been five cases worldwide of a person surviving a

gunshot to the heart. Sean was Solterra’s first.

“Dr. Bell’s expertise is truly remarkable.” Dr. Anne said excitedly. “There’s so much I’ve learned.”

“The same here. Sean is incredibly fortunate.” Dr. Doreen added, relieved. “That bullet had been in his

heart for months, and yet he managed to live almost normally in that time.”

“The key thing is, Sean lived to be treated by Dr. Bell. Had it been with any of us, frankly, we wouldn’t

have been as certain.”

“Now Sean can live without worries, nor the agonies of illness. Dr. Bell, how was Sean able to survive

after being shot?” Dr. Doreen asked earnestly.

Arabella responded coolly, “The bullet didn’t pierce the heart directly from the back of the chest cavity,

but entered at an angle into the heart muscle. It didn’t penetrate the chamber or severely damage the

blood vessels in the heart muscle. Instead, it was over time encapsulated by the heart tissue. That’s

why Sean didn’t suffer a fatal hemorrhage and has survived to this point.”

“I figured as much,” Dr. Anne added. “Had it struck a major vessel, he wouldn’t have made it.”

Arabella nodded, affirming that assessment.

“Dr. Bell, would you be willing to stay back to sign an autograph for me?”

“Dr. Bell, may I have a photo with you? Also, I have some quick questions if you wouldn’t mind, they

shouldn’t take more than a few minutes.”

Arabella agreed.

After the photo opportunity, autograph signings, and answering their questions, Arabella removed her

scrubs, sanitized her hands, and stepped out of the OR.

The doors to the OR swung open, and Dr. Anne and Dr. Doreen wheeled Sean out. Steward rushed

forward, “Sean.”

“He’s still under anesthesia. He should come around in a couple of hours.”

Upon hearing Arabella’s words, Steward and his crew gathered around her. “We apologize, Dr. Bell, but

we need you to stay until Sean regains consciousness.”